Thanks for sharing your memories. My daughter was watching a brown turkey fig ripen and kept asking when it was ready. We went outside each day to check on the progress. It became a good lesson in being patient. She picked one too early and finally let one ripen to a deep black. Hope I’m creating memories with my own family.
I am tempted to bid on ebay when I see unidentified figs for sale with a story about how it has been in the family for years. You figure a family moving to this country would pick the fig that a represented a family treasure. I’m going to look for more figs from Italy to New York during the cutting season.
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Originally Posted by BronxFigs
These wonderful stories bring back so many memories of my long lost childhood. I thought my aunts and uncles would always be around, and I spent many happy times picking figs with one of my aunts who gathered the figs and carried them in the front of her apron, which she folded up like a temporary pocket. It was all good then.
These kind of stories transport me back. Thanks for the short trip to yesteryear.
Frank